Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink 'til throw up
We know sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the mobbin' that talk shit
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The real gun never run when he bust
Henny and he in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a sack under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it side to side
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
Let's get up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls 'fits that show the skin

Real mind your best friend at the pen
hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
And'll a full glass disappear like a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' thang up on my weenie
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, feel me

By everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit light
And the I don' fucked like last night
I don't give a fuck a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' dough
that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by watchin' in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it y'all, niggaz soakin'
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They damn don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry there's I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr.
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, a stick up

This the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out
Especially when I her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound my shit

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)